Eggs is eggs, to quote a phrase,
However broiled or boiled or braised.
It’s partly smell: it doesn’t matter
What you’re cooking - crepes or batter,
Sandwiches with runny yolks,
Or using strips of toast to poke
A yellow goo that smells of fart
And makes the eyes and nostrils smart,
Or scrambled (That unholy mess!
A chopped up rubber glove with cress!);
Pickled, potted, poached or raw
Eggs is eggs, I’ll say no more.
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